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L. G. GOULD, Publisher. Devoted to the Interests of the Democratic Party, and the Collection of Local and General News. Two Dollars per Annnm, in Advance,
VOL. V.-NO. 25. EATON, OHIO, THURSDAY, MARCH 21, 1872. WHOLE NUMBER 256.
Love Lightens Labor.
A good wife rose from her bed one morn.
And thought with a nervous dread
Of the piles of clothes to be washed, and more
Than a dozen mouths to be fed.
There were the meals to get for the men In the
fields.
And the children to fix away
To school, and the milk to be skimmed and
churned ;
And all to be done that day.
It had rained in the night, and all the wood
Was as wet as wet conld be:
There were pnddings and pies to bake, beside
A loaf of eake for tea :
And the day was hot, and her aching head
Throbbed wearily as she said.
If maidens but knew what good wives know
They would be in no haste to wed I
Jennie, what do yon think I told Ben Blown 1
Called the farmer from the well :
And a flush erept up to bis bronsed brow.
And bis eye half bashfully fell :
It was this, he said, and coming near.
He smiled and stooping down
He kissed her cheek 'Twas this that you were
the best
And the dearest wife in town 1
The farmer went to the field, and the wife.
In a smiling and absent way.
Sang snatches of tender little songs
She'd not sung in many a day.
And the pain in her head was gone, and the
clothes
Were white as the foam of the sea;
Her bread was light, and butter was sweet.
And as golden as it could be.
Just think, the children all called in a breath,
Tom Wood has run eff to seal
He wouldn't, I know, if he only had
As bappy a home as we. ... ., .
The night came down, and the good wife smiled
To herself as she softly said.
Tis so sweet to labor for those we lore.
It's not strange that maidens will wed I
ENTOMBED ALIVE.
A STORY OF MEXICAN VENGEANCE.
The southern point of the gloomy
Cajon de Nacorasi continues to be, as it
was found at the time about which we
shall write, the northern limit of Mexi
can sway in the province of Son or a.
The rich plains and luxurious valley be
yond its portals, which a century before
bore, the rich harvest of a. hundred
towns on their bosom, are now the favo
rite home and undisturbed haunt of the
dreaded Apache Indians ; while the ter
rible ravine itself is the gateway through
which these ruthless foes of all mankind
rush down upon the defenseless settle
ments and homesteads below, carrying
devastation in their track and pitiless
terror for leagues behind it.
Five leagues from the gloomy en
trance into this Cajon tie Nacosari, and
in close proximity to a border Mexican
settlement, stretched the fertile lands
of the Puerto del Sol (Door of the Sun),
and in its comfortable building lived its
proprietor, Don Roman Peralta, sur
rounded by his dependants. Don Roman
was the wealthiest man in the border
country. He was the most enterprising,
too, as his well cultivated lands and
herds of cattle denoted.
These facts, connected with the other
that his was the border homestead and
lay directly in the way of the Apaches
from their marauding excursions, left
him greatly exposed to danger from
them. Every year he suffered more or
less from their attacks ; but his ever
constant watchfulness found him gener
ally well advised of their movements
and prepared to receive them.
Don Roman bad been wifeless for
many years, but he was the possessor of
a lovely daughter, frail and timid as the
most delicate flower, but possessing more
than the usual meed of witcheries that
are so liberally bestowed on the fair
creatures of this sunny clime. At the
age of sixteen she was a fully developed
woman, whose mind had been trained
and watched by her father with all the
anxious solicitude that an alchemist
could take over his gold.
It was not strange, then, that lovely
Inez Peralta should have many suitors,
nor that, taught by the wisdom that had
come from a loving parent, she should
be more than usually cautious in select
ing a life companion ; and, in fact, man
ifest no desire to receive lover-like atten
tions at her early age.
Among those who were most persist
ent in their attentions was one Joseph
Provencio, who had made his first ap
pearance in the neighborhood a year
previous, but of whom little was known
beyond the fact that he followed the
business of trading -with the lower set
tlements. - He dressed and appeared
well, was doing a profitable business, and
in all respects was one of Inez's suitors
who it would be supposed was the
most likely to succeed iu his suit.
He, however, really stood worst in the
good graces of both father and daugh
ter. There was something cruel and
sinister in his face, something furtive
about the glance of his eyes, that made
the father suspicious and ill at ease in
his presence, and occasioned the girl to
shrink from him.
But, if he was aware of the repugnance
with which his visits were received by
the Peraltas, the intensity of his passion
far Inez induced him to continue his
suit, even after she had politely but
firmly declined his attentions. Finding
her immovable, however, he appealed
to the father, from whom he experienc
ed as chilling a reception.
Therefore, for & time, nothing was
seen of this persistent suitor, and the
Peraltas congratulated themselves on
being well rid of him. But one evening
when Inez was enjoying the cool breeze
in an artificial grove near the building,
she was startled by the appearance of
- this man before her. lie blocked her
progress, and poured out most impas
sioned appeals to her to return his love
for her and accept his addresses. Trem
bling with fright she refused, and he
persisted until she demanded to be per
mitted to return to the house.
Angered and excited beyond control.
he grasped her violently within his
arms, while he hissed out. "By St,
s Mary t you shall not leave me until you
have promised consent to all I have
asked. By fair or foul means you must
be mine."
He had scarce uttered the words when
the maiden was torn from his erasn
while he was dashed violently to the
earth by no tender hand. He looked
up to discover that it was Don Roman
who had made this timely appearance
in behalf of his daughter, and who still
bent over him threateningly in spite of
Inez s persuasions.
Cowed and beaten, he was glad to Bteal
away without further chastisement, onlv
delaying at the edge of the grove long
enough to send back a bitter threat of
revenge aeamst father and child.
All remembrance of Joseph Provencio
and the threat of revenge had passed
from the mind of Don Roman several
months after, when he found himself
necessitated to make a journey to one
of the lower settlements that would re
quire his absence from home several
days. Admonishing his foreman to
guard against an attack from their ever
watchful foe, the Apaches, and playfully
advising Inez not to permit any of her
gallant suitors to run away with her, he
kissed her a cheerful good-by and started
forth.
He hurried his business to a close and
hastened homeward, delighted in think
ing that he would give Inez a happy
surprise by his arrival so much sooner
man sne wouia iook ior mm. in me
gray of breaking dawn he reached his
homestead, to find the buildings masses
of smouldering ruins, many of his de
pendants stretched lifeless around them,
and the dead body of his murdered
Inez lying in her gore, that was yet
warm, just outside her burning home 1
Pinned on her bosom was a strip of
paper, bearing bloody hnger stains, and
these writtenwords : " I have my re
venge. Joseph Provencio."
Some of the peons had escaped to the
settlement, carrying the fearful intelli
gence of the night attack on Don Ro
man's house. None of the people ot
the settlement could be induced to ven
ture beyond its limits until daybreak :
and, when they reached the ruined
homestead, they found Dor Roman
lying senseless across the lifeless body of
his beloved Inez.
"When he recovered consciousness he
manifested no outward grief, but listen
ed in a frozen manner to all that was
known of the terrible massacre. The
attack had been made about midnight,
while the people of the house, unsuspi
cious of danger, were soundly sleeping.
No defense was made, and most of the
defendants had been butchered while
attempting to make their escape into
the grounds. The attacking party had
not been large perhaps not more than
a d zen in number. They were
Apaches, "led by the fiend Joseph Pro
ve cio.
A shallow grave was hurriedly scooped
out for tho reception of Inez's body.
For a moment the childless father wept
over the pulseless form, with his hands
raised to heaven ; and all heard the ter
rible vow that he made to follow in the
track of her murderers, and deal out to
each one as horrible a death as they had
visited upon poor Inez. He kissed the
forehead and lips that were as lovely in
death as they had been in life, and
waited until the last handful of earth
had been thrown upon the grave; then,
with all the eagerness of a sleuth-hound,
he dashed away upon the trail of the
murderers, followed by some of the men
from the settlement.
The trail soon broke up into several,
that led in diverging ways. This was
evidently done by the murderers to
avoid pursuit. The Mexicans also di
vided into a number of parties, each one
taking up and following one of these di
verging trails. The quick eye of Don
Roman speedily detected the one taken
by Joseph Provencio ; and it was this
trail that he followed, accompanied by a
number of his neighbors.
The trail soon led into the bed ot the
stream. Search was made along the
banks of the stream above and below,
but no trace of the broken trail could
be found. In this dilemma appeal was
made to Don Roman ; but it was discov
ered that he had disappeared. Whither
he had gone, and what course he had
taken, none knew ; and after waiting
uaavailingly most of the day, in the be
lief that he would return to them, they
returned sad and dispirited to 'the set
tlement, hrm in the belief that Don
Roman already was, or speedily would
be, a victim to his daughter's mur
derers.
The pursuit of the other parties who
had followed the diverging trails proved
unavailing, and they, too, speedily re
turned to their homes. A week passed,
in which all believed Don Roman had
ceased to live, when they were startled
nay, wonder stricken at his sudden ap
pearance in their midst, pale, haggard,
wild in his appearance, but with a herce
gleam of exultation in his eyes.
tie answered no queries, vouchsafed
no information, but manifested the ut
most anxiety to get away beyond the
society again. He had come in for some
supplies ammunition, salt and some
bread and as soon as he had securred
these he hastened away again. Some
people of the settlement were led by
their curiosity to follow him ; but when
they saw him go within the fearful jaws
of the Cajon de Nacosari, they fled back
in terror, believing that his grief had
razed him.
Don Roman knew full well how wild
would be the 'hope that any of those
who were with him could be induced
to accompany him there ; and while
they were engaged m their fruitless
search he continued on directly to the
ravine.
In one of the hundred caverns that
its precipitous walls contained he care
fully concealed himself all the day and
night without seeing aught of the mur
derer. But his faith did not desert
him : he knew that the Apaches would
return through the ravine to their
homes, and that Joseph Provencio
would accompany them.
Toward the evening of the second day
his patience was rewarded by the ap
pearance of several Apaches at the
moutn of the ravine, where they lin
gered ; and at intervals were joined by
others, until a dozen ot the fiends laden
with plunder from his own homestead,
had gathered there so close to him that
lie could have sent a bullet crashing
through, any of their brains.
He began to grow fearful that Joseph
Provencio might not join them, but as
the dusk of evening began to settle that
worthy also made his appearance, ac
companied by several more Apaches. A
consultation was at once held among
the party, which was overheard bv Don
Roman in his place of concealment, and
it was determined that they should pro
ceed up into the ravine for about a
league, and there camp during the
night. They were well aware that no
party ot pursuing Mexicans would.
under any inducement, venture so far
between the gloomy walls of the fearful
abyss ; but they did not know of the
desperate recklessness that tided the
, father's heart.
,
No plan of revenge had yet formed
itself in Don Roman's mind ; no settled
plan could be effective ; but he had faith
that Borne way would be revealed to him
at the right moment whereby he might
hurl destruction upon the murderer?.
He waited in his place of concealment
until his enemies had disappeared up
the dark gorge ; and then he stole fur
ther, and clambered up to the comb of
one of the precipitous walls of the ra
vine. He continued along it, keeping
pace with the savages below in their
progress.
At last the Apaches halted and made
preparations for encamping for the
night at a foint in the gloomy ravine
where nature seemed to have indulged
in her wildest freaks when shaping it.
The watchful man above them could
perceive that they must have taken
possession of a cavern or chamber,
formed by a projection of the masses of
rock in the precipitous wall on the comb
of which he stood ; for within it they
deposited their plunder, while at its en
trance they made a fire.
For hours Don Roman lay with his
body half suspended over the precipice,
looking down into the frightful chasm
that was made yet more frightful by the
lurid glare of the savages' fire. He
watched them as they huddled around
the glowing embers, cooking their meat ;
and he saw their fearful dances and lis
tened to their demoniac glee, their fren
zied rejoicing over the destruction of
the homestead and the murder ot his
poor Inez, until his brain whirled and
his eyes blurred with madness. And
wildest, most demoniac in his glee, was
Joseph Provencio.
JN ear midnight they seemed to get
tired of their orgies, and the greater
number of them withdrew into the cav
ern, while the others stretched them
selves around the fire at its entrance,
and soon gave every evidence of being
asleep.
Don Koman felt that his time to act
had come. He determined to make his
way down into the ravine, and, while his
enemies were yet asleep, pour in upon
them the contents of his rifle and re
volver, governing his actions thereafter
by the success of his shots and the-extent
of the panic among the survivors.
But before doing this he crawled out on
a great flat mass of rock resting on the
comb of the precipice and hung half
suspended over the chasm and directly
over the cavern, hoping that from its
edge he could loos: partially into the
cavern and make- sure that his foes
within it were asleep.
He had not reached the outer edge ot
this overhanging rock when it began to
sway frightfully and threaten to topple
over into the chasm. Greatly alarmed
he sprang back to the comb of the preci
pice again, but suddenly a wild, start
ling thought came to him, and with a
cry of joy he started to put it into exe
cution at once.
Laying aside his weapons, he gathered
together such of the loose masses of the
rock as were strewed thickly avound as
he could lift and began to pile them
upon the outer half of the overhanging
rock.. ihus he labored slowly, using the
utmost caution and watchfulness in his
movements. For more than once some
of the sleeping savages below sprang to
their feet, alarmed by some slight noise,
and peered up the face of the rocks sus
piciously. But when he had finished this labor
the overhanging rock still clung to its
place? though inclining a little more
over into the ravine. He was not dis
heartened, but went away and returned
in an hour, bearing with him a stout
pole that he had hacked off with his
knife. He hastily prepared a leverege
under the raised edge of the rock, and
just as the first gray tints of morning
began to show themselves, he applied
the pole as a lever and threw his weight
upon it.
The rock swayed, but did not other
wise move its position. Again and again
he tried the lever, with the same result.
With desperation he also threw himself
upon the lever. Ah! the great mass
moves it slips I Another effort with
the lever and the overhanging rock was
surely sliding over the cliff and down
into the chasm.
A dull, heavy, murmur just above
them, like distant thunder, awoke the
savages and their companion from their
slumber ; but ere they could do more
than huddle together in terror, masses
of rock came rattling down round the
mouth of the cavern, and then followed
a mighty groan and crash as if the
mountain had tumbled down upon
them.
Don Roman watched the great mass
of rock disappear over the edge of the
precipice with - a strange fascination ;
and then he sprang tor his weapons, and
prepared to use them while he hung
over the chasm. He saw the immense
rock settle over the cavern that held the
murderer of his daughter, and remain
there. He saw it crush the life out of
those that had made their bed by the
fire, and he had no doubt that some
within the cavern had met the same
fate ; but there were survivors, for their
groans and yells of terror echoed
throughout the ravine. And in this
din he recognized Joseph Provencio's
voice.
He waited for some of the suivivors
to make their appearance from the cav
ern, while he held himself in readiness
to shoot them down as they came forth ;
but none appeared. An hour he waited.
but still none came forth, though their
cries ot terror continued as loud and
fearful. What could this mean?
He searched for and found a way to
descend into the ravine, and he then
carefully approached the cavern. At a
single glance all was revealed to him
The great mass of rock had settled down
so close over the mouth of the cavern
that there was t carcely space enough, or
opening left for the passage of a hand
Joseph Provencio and the surviving
Apaches, who had shared the deed of
murder with him, were forever en
tombed within the narrow rock-bound
chamber.
The exultant shouts and mockeries
of the horribly avenged Don Roman did
not long leave the terror-stricken Jo
seph Provencio in ignorance of the hand
that had hurled this fate upon him.
Maddened, and endowed with the
strength of fury, he tried to splinter an
opening through the granite barrier.
,
The savages, too, perceiving his object,
used their knives upon it ; but after two
days of constant, maddening labor, they
had scarcely removed a splinter from
the rock, and gave the effort up as hope
less. Still Joseph Provencio survived
through all, as if it was intended that
his punishment should reach the utmost
limit. Only once Don Roman left his
sight or ceased his exultation over his
sufferings, and that was when he visited
the settlement for supplies ; and during
all those maddening days no force of
Apaches passed through the ravine or
came to their relief.
On the eighth day all within that ter
rible chamber were lifeless except
Joseph Provencio. He pleaded for a
single drop of water, a single crumb of
bread, that the avenging father left al
most within his reach ; he pleaded for
mercy and deliverance, and at last, on
the tenth day of his awful burial alive
he expired.
Peralta returned to the setttlement
and induced a party to accompany him
into the ravine to witness the truthful
ness of his narrative. He led them to
the awful tomb of the murderers, and
when thev beheld the sight within it
they fled from the scene, feeling that
henceforth a double terror would, in their
minds, surround the Cajon de Nacosari.
FOR THE BOYS AND GIRLS.
Our Darling.
a -
Kicking at the door ;
Falling from the table top.
Sprawling on the loor;
Smashing cups and saucers.
Splitting Dolly's head;
Putting little pussy-cat
Into baby's bed.
Building shops and houses,
Spoiling father's hat.
Hiding mother's proiw hmya -
Underneath the mat ;
Jumping on the fender,
Poking at the fire.
Dancing on his little legs
Legs that never tire
Making mother's heart leap
Fifty times a day ;
Aping everything we do.
Every word we say.
Sbouting. laughing, tumbling,
Koaring with a will.
Anywhere and everywhere,
N ever, never still.
Present bringing sunshine ;
Absent leaving night ;
That's our precious darling.
That's our heart's delight.
The Story of a Clover Blossom.
BY AMELIA E. DALEY.
I
A bunch of pink clover opened her
eyes one morning at sunrise, and looked
about her. she grew near the gate ot
a little garden in the country, and was
one of a large number of pink clovers.
On each side of the pathway leading
from the gate, were little flower-bedB,
bordered with white shell?, and filled
with gaily tinted flowers. There were
pansies with their purple vests, roses
with pink, blushing petals, fragrant
white lilies, and many other flowers.
They nodded to each other in the morn
ing air, and seemed very happy. Pink
Clover thought they were beautiful, and
looked at her own dress as well as she
could.
" Am I like you ?" she said to a large
clover that grew near her.
This clover had been in existence
three days, and her blossoms were be-'
ginning to turn brown on top, but she
did not know it. She nodded her head
to the young clover, and said, "Just
like me, only as you have not lived as
long as I have, yeu cannot have so much
sense."
" Is my head turning brown ?" said
Pink Clover.
" No," answered the other, " you are
quite pink and fresh. We clovers pre
serve our beamy a long time.;' , Ana
she straightened herself, and shook a
drop of dew off one of her leaves.
Pink Clover thought it strange that
the other did not know she was fading ;
bnt she said nothing, for fear of giving
offense.
The door of the cottage was opened,
and a little girl came out and ran down
the walk. Her eyes were as blue as vio
lets, her hair shone like corn silk, and
her cheeks were as pink as the roses.
She wore a white frock, and a 'ong blue
sash. She ran to the flower beds, and
began to pick the flowers. Her mother
came and stood in the doorway. "Gather
the most beautiful," she said.
Pink Clover watched the child as she
went from flower to flower. She thought
she would not like to be plucked from
her stem, and wither away. She leaned
forward and whispered to the rose that
grew near her, "Why do you not resist?
Your thorns are long and sharp."
"We do not bloom for ourselves," an
swered the rose ; " we are made to give
pleasure to man, and when we are gath
ered, though we droop and die, our mis
sion is fulfilled. I heard the mother
and child talking last night about us.
We are to be taken to the great city,
where people have no flowers, and are
to be given to a sfck servant of God.
When he sees us his heart will swell
with thankfulness, and we shall be the
cause of a loving prayer. Thus shall
even the flowers glorify their Maker."
Pink Clover was silent. She wished
the little girl would pluck her also, that
she might gladden a human heart; but
the child passed her by and took the
beautiful rose.
"No one thinks much of clover blos
soms," said a tuft of grass, " or of the
grasses ; but the same hand made us
all."
"We too have our work," said the old
clover who had spoken before. "Whole
countries would be desolate without us.
We make glad the waste places."
The little girl had gone into the house.
but she soon came out again, bearing
her flowers. Her mother came with
her. They got into a little wagon that
rattled up to the gate. The child's
lather stood by the wagon.
"We had better take some grass with
us for the horse to eat," said the mother:
" cut that close to the gate."
The man brought a scythe and did as
she told him. He cut down PinkClover,
too. Tho back of the wagon was filled
with grass ; the father took his seat, and
Pink Clover found herself going to the"
great city.
" But only for a horse to eat," she
said to herself.
The wagon rolled on and reached the
city. Tt jolted over the stones of the
streets, and tossed Pink Clover quite
high in the air sometimes. Everything
around looked so dirty that she won
dered how any one could want to live
there. The little girl wondered too, but
her father told her they would soon
come to pleasanter streets, and would
see many beautiful houses.
At length, in turning a corner, the
wagon jolted so hard that poor Pink
Clover, when she was tossed up, did not
come down on the grass again, but right
in the dirty street. No one saw her
fall. She lay there, and the wagon
passed out of sight. " Not even to be
eaten by a horse," she sighed. " I must
wither, and be trampled on by careless
feet."
Several hours passed, and the little
bunch of clover lay fading in the street.
The hot sun beat down upon her; the
dust blew over her ; but she had not
been stepped on.
A boy came along the street. His
clothes were clean, though patched and
old. He looked sadly down as he walk
ed. When he reached the corner
where Pink Clover lay he saw her.
His face brightened ; he stooped and
picked her up. " Poor little blossom,"
he said, and walked on, holding her
tightly in his hand.
He turned out ot that Btreet into
one still narrower and dirtier. He en
tered a wretched house, passed up the
stairs, and went into a small room. It
was clean, but very scantily furnished.
A sick girl was lying in the bed asleep.
Her hands were so thin that every blue
vein in them was visible. Her mother
was bending over her. When the boy
entered she raised her head.
''How is sister? " he asked.
" She is easier now," answered the
mother, "but she has been suffering
very much. She longs for pure air. If
she could have that she would live.
The boy held up the bunch of clover
blossoms. " I found it in the street,"
he said : "it seems like my poor sister
fading awav in the close citv. I will
revive it if I can."
He placed Pink Clover in a glass of
cool water, and set the glass on the ta
ble. He sprinkled some drops of water
over her, and she felt herself beginning
to revive. - She held up her head, and
her fragrant breath stole into the room.
boon the sick girl opened her eves.
and saw the little blossoms. She held
out her hands toward them, and her
mother gave them to her. Bhe inhaled
their perfume, and a glad light came
into her eyes.
" Oh I dear mother, ' she cried, " I
said if I could only have a breath from
the country I should get well, and God
has sent it to me in these little flowers."
Then the little clover knew that.
through un thought of ways, she had
been brought to fulfill her mission;
that when she lay unheeded in the dust
she had been coming nearer and nearer
to the work ot cheering a human
heart."
Foreign Gossip.
Paper-mache work has reached its
perfection in Switzerland.
Tee Bible is being translated into
fourteen East Indian dialects.
American copper cents circulate at
three times their home value in Japan.
The exportation of mahogany from
Honduras is one-half less than it was
ten years ago.
Fiftt-nine musical and theatrical
journals were started in Spain last year,
but ot them died.
In the county of Argyll there is a
small country inn bearing the laconic
name of Druimtighmhicillechattan.
The climax has been capped at Ast-
ley's, London, where " Lady Godiva'' is
put upon the stage in vivid pantomime.
Greece has about the same population
as Massachusetts. Athens counts about
the same number of inhabitants as
LoweU.
Miss Julia Trelawney Leigh Hunt,
the surviving daughter of Leigh Hunt,
died at Hammersmith, near London, on
the 4th inst.
The rebuilding of the Lyrique Theatei
in Paris, which was destroyed by the
Communists, has commenced, and will
be finished this year.
There are now residing in Rome be
tween 30 and 40 American painters and
sculptors. Some of them have been re
siding there for 30 years.
The French Anti-Tobacco Association
is widening the field of its operations,
and now includes alcoholic liquor among
the abuses which it aims at remedying.
This is the first temperance society es
tablished in France.
M. -Elisee Reclus, the well-known
geographer, who was sentenced to trans
portation to a French convict station
by a court-martial for aiding the Com
munists, has had his sentence commuted
to banishment from. France.
A fertile-minded Parisian suggests
that the drop-curtain of the Paris Opera
House should consist of one vast mir
ror, and he expatiates upon the mag
nificent effect it would create with its
multiplication of lights and beautiful
women in elegant toilets.
A daughter of the poet Schiller is
still alive, and is married to the Count
Von Gleichen. His grandson, Baron
Fritz Von Schiller, is a retired officer in
the Austrian service, and as he is in
failing health and without issue, the
name of Schiller will become extinct at
his decease. .v
Miss Harriet Martineau exposes an
other of the many inaccuracies in Lord
Brougham's autobiography, in denying
his statement that she received the
pension which lie proposed, when Lord
Chancellor, to give her from the. literary
fund. She refused, and preserved her
independence.
They have a.witch in Marseilles who
has quite as good a right to be burned
as any that ever infested Salem in the
days of the Puritans. Selling provisions
is her regular avocation, Dut ner aiver
sion is to invoke sulphurous whirlwinds,
serial stones and other diabolical agen
cies with which to execute her malign
purposes. At the latest advices she
was undergoing a solemn trial, and some
of the testimony is a great joke at the
expense of the nineteenth century
A good hotel-keeper is a man that one
can always put up with.
Farm and Garden.
Hints about Work. The first work in
the spring when the snow begins to
melt, is to let off any water that accu
mulates on the surface. No matter how
carefully the dead furrows and outlets
may have been made in the fall, there
is always more or less to be done in the
spring, to provide free egress for the
water. A few hours' work with a hoe
and spade, at this season, will often let
off thousands of gallons of water, which
otherwise would soak into the soil and
keep it wet and cold for several weeks.
In letting off a shallow pool of water,
the easiest and quickest plan is to com
mence at the pool and make a little
farrow with a hoe, letting the water
follow you. But where the water is in
a somewhat deep basin, with little ap
parent fall from it to the outlet, a better
plan is to commence at the outlet and dig
with a spade up the basin ; and in order
to be sure that you lose no fall, dig the
ditch deep enough to let the water fol
low you up to the basin.
Oats and Peas. The American Agricul
turist says: "Oats and peas sown to
gether is a favorite crop with us. If the
land is rich enough and in good order,
and the crop is sown early, a great
amount of valuable fodder and grain
may be obtained per acre. We would
sow 2J bushels peas and 1 bushels oats
per acre. They can be sown together
with an ordinary grain-drill, but it is
necessary to see that they are well
mixed in the drill. Roll the land after
the drill, and pick off everything that
would interfere with a mowing ma
chine. On rough land they are a
troublesome crop to harvest, but when
the land is so smooth that the machine
can be set to run as close as a mower,
they can be cut and delivered in bun
dles with a self -raking reaper."
The Cost of Poor Stock. Probably few
farmers think of what it costs to keep
a poor cow or a lank-pike hog.' . They
readily understand that a good cow, or
a hog that will dress 200 lbs at ten
months, is profitable stock to keep, but
the fact that this gain is really the
amount of loss on the poor stock, is
rarely considered. . If a cow yields 200
lbs of butter in a year, which brings $60,
and another yields 75 lbs, which brings
$22.50, the loss on the poor cow is just
$37.50. The fact is, it would be a more
profitable operation to give her away
than to keep her, for she does not pay
for her feed. The dairy business of this
country is not on a satisfactory footing
by any mean's, and solely on account of
the multitude of poor cows, which are ,
kept year after year. This is a matter
which Bhould be looked after by the
county agricultural societies. Every
one of these associations should- intro
duce improved stock, by means of
thoroughbred male animals, into their
localities. It is a good work to elevate
the ideas of farmers and to foster a taste
for improvements, but to the great ma
jority of their clients the possession of
such stock, or the use ot it, is quite un
attainable, on account of want of the
necessary means, iiy making this a
special branch of their operations, the
usefulness of these societies would be
much increased, and their importance
greatly enhanced.
Strawberries. Prepare the ground foi
new plantations as soon as possible, and
give the old . beds a fresh supply of
manure and work it in well between
the rows. Set furrows two feet apart,
with eighteen inches between the plants.
Blackberries. Set out in rows six feet
apart, and allow from four to six feet
between the plants, according to the
variety. Cut the plants back to - six
inches before planting. The old plants
should have their canes cut back to four
or five feet.
Cuttings of currants, gooseberries, etc.,
may be made now, and planted out
in trenches prepared for them as soon
as the weather permits.
Another Placer for Lawyers.
A singular old lady was the late Betsy
Williams, who recently died and left
her whole estate to the City of Provi
dence, the value ef Baid estate being
estimated at $2,000,000. She was so
tidy that she co npelled all her visitors
la take off their shoes- She thought
George Washington and Roger Williams
the last named being her ancestor
the greatest men that ever lived ; and
none of her guests were permitted to
sit in the presence of any of her numer
ous portraits of the Rev. Roger, not one
of them being, presumably, in the least
authentic. The religious belief of Betsy
was extraordinary, even in this age of
miscellaneous faith. She maintained a
family altar, upon which, every morn
ing after breakfast, three inverted cups
were placed, which she called " The
Trinity of Holy Tea Leaves," and these
she consulted for an hour daily as
oracles. Not clearly of "a sound and
disposing mind," most people would
say ; and so say her heirs-at-law.
Write Name of the County.
The Postmaster General issues the
following notice :
" Owing to the rapid increase in the
mails and the establishment of many
new Post Offices throughout the coun
try, this department finds it necessary,
in order to secure a speedy transmission
of the heavy mails now passing, par
ticularly over the trunk lines ot rail
roads, to request the public, that in
all cases the name of the county as well
as the Post Office and State, be super
scribed upon letters, newspapers, and
other matter forwarded mail.
A. J. CRESWELL.
"Postmaster General."
The Election In New Hampshire.
The New Hampshire election occurred
on the 12th inst., resulting in the choice
of the complete Republican ticket, as
follows : i
Governor Ezekiel A. Straw, of Man
chester. Railroad Commissioner Albert S.
Twitchell, of Gorham.
Councillors 1. Samuel P. Dow; 2.
John H. Morrill; 3. Wm. P. Newell; 4.
Dexter Richards: o. Chester Hutching,
GoverBor Straw was elected by a ma
jority estimated at 1,500.
Maine has spent $28,000 to secure the
immigration of 1,000 bwedes.
Current Items.
There are sixteen very rich, Hindoo
firms doing business in London.
American copper cents circulate in .
Japan at three times their home value. '
The Waukesha (Wis,.) Democrat
offers to lend a poem to the village doc
to. s, that they may cut emetics off of it.
Mrs. James Slates, living near New-
market, O., committed suicide on
Tuesday, by cutting her throat with a
razor. Mental derangement.
Spencer Ball recovered one cent
damages from the St. Louis Evening Dis
patch, for the publication of a police
item which he thought was libelous.
M. de Villemessant, who is giving his
recollections of Paris journalism, says
that Alexander Dumas, who gained
millions of francs by his pen, died poor.
Two years ago Oregon had not a mile
of railroad. Now she has more miles of
finished railroad in proportion to popu
lation than any State in the Union. '
During a recent cold snap at Galves
ton, Tex., Judge Dodge had to adjourn
the Criminal Court until the county
could borrow $5 from the Deputy Sher
iff, to buy fuel to heat the court-room.
The storm at Fortress Monroe . on J,
Saturday last was the most sever known
in fifteen years. The wind attained a . ' '
velocity of 78 miles per hour. At Nor- . ,
folk thetorm caused a suspension of
business. . . .
Yates City, 111., purchased and -fitted
up a new cemetery regardless of ex
pense, last summer : but it was not until
last week that a citizen was found pub- ,
lie-spirited enough to furnish a corpse
to start it with. '
The favorite mode of hazing" prac- .
ticed by the feminine sophomores of
Michigan University is to seize some "
good-looking freshman, bind him hand It
and foot, and then kiss him in the most .
terrible manner: ...... . ,u
On Saturday last a' party engaged iri " 1
blasting at the New Empire Iron '
Works, at Rock Castle, Grigg Co., Ky.,. .
went up to a fuse which had failed to go '
off, supposing it extinguished, when it ' '
exploded, killing three men. r
On the 16th of February the solemnity r
of a negro funeral at Nashville was im
paired by the corpse sitting up and de- .
manding, "What all dis mean, eh?'
The mourners are still on the keen run
for the Atlantic coast, San Francisco, .' :
Manitoba, and New Orleans. . . " .
r t : jn
Poland, was recently attacked by three
wolves, but defended herself so he
roically that she killed two of them f '
and put the last one to flight. She then ',
fainted, and was found unconscious by : t
some laborers, who, attracted by her
cries, hastened to her rescue.
It is said that a white man is swin- " -
dling the negroes of Mississippi with the
statement that the emancipation pro
clamation by Lincoln had been burned - '
at Chicago, and that it would require a . .
large amount of money to get up an
other ; and that unless the thing was
done soon, slavery would be restored
and they would all go back- into . serviv
tude. .-..
The Cincinnati Enquirer has found a
negro coal-heaver in Covington whose
tongue is covered with sandy red hair . .
an inch in length. He was born in
Xenia, his father being black and his -mother
white. His wool is natural,
though he has no beard, and bis eyes
are gray. He was wounded at Peters
burgh while serving in a colored regi- .
ment.
Last week two interesting surgical
operations were performed upon pa
tients at the Charity Hospital in Cleve- ro
land, both being in cases of cancer. One ,
was the removal of part of the nose and
a large portion of the upper lip, a new
lip being formed by a strip of flesh cut f
from the cheek, and the other the
amputation of the front part of the
lower jaw.
A Cincinnati woman lately bailed her
husband out of the station-house where
too much indulgence in the flowing
bowl had sent him with the proceeds
of her ha'r, which was unusually long
and beautiful. He, on his part, grieved,
so much at his faithful wife's surrender
ing her chief beauty for his sake, that
he procured a divorce, and is expected
to marry another woman at an early
day. ;
At Boston, on Friday evening, in the
middle of the selection from " Martha,"
Mile. Nilsson received a floral offering
in the lhape of a ship, nearly four feet ;
long, resting on a bed ot pinks, on one
side of which, in white pinks, was the
word " Adieu," and on the . other, .
"Cuba." The elaborate affair proved
almost too much for M. Capoul to han- '
die, but he placed it safely on the stage, :
where it remained until the curtain
fell, when it was removed by Mile. Nils
son and Miss Cary together.
Few or oub institutions are accom
plishing so much for the general well-being
of society as the system of Life Assurance.
Numberless ramilies have been saved dv its
instrumentality from poverty and depend
ence. It furnishes an incentive to and tho
means for a wise provision against tho fu
ture, and the changes which it may have in
store. This system is yearly growing in tne
favor of the public, and all classes, whether
rich or poor, are more and more disposed to
avail themselves of the advantages which it
brings within their reach. This ia demon
strated by the rapilv increasing business of
some of our leading life insura nee companies.
The annual statement of the New fork Life
Insurance Company, of S46 and S48 Broad
way, New York, just published, makes an
exhibit, with which its policy-holders may
well be gratified, and of which its officers
"have good reason to be proud. The assets
of this Company have increased during ine
last ten y ars from $2,500,000 t.i nearly
$20,000,000. The number of policies issued
by it during the last year ib 8,908, insuring
over $24,600,000. An annual dividend has
been declared from its divisible surplus of
nearly $1,500,000. Such a statement as this
speaks loudly in favor of the prudence and
eeal with which the business management
of this Company has been conducted. The
New Tork Life has age and experience, and
is well known to be one ef the soundest cor
porations, in the country, and the efficiency
of management which has secured it such
success in the past is a sufficient warrant for
the expectation of continued prosperity in
the future. Neta Tork Tribune.